[Pigalle Saturday midnight, dirty carrot hood;
dance, this evening Méphisto is popular;
mercy to those who will benefit from it;
and a few steps from there, in the cities...]
It stinks of shit, it smells of grass;
people are like Serbs;
in the neighborhood they want Cartier , Lacoste, Ralph,
without slamming, many are slammed;
Bombs, CRS, soldiers;
A mort THE pigs decorated on the walls outside;
2. 1: Passi studies the terrain;
1. 2. 3: it smells of sulfur and dawa;
Reality on the stairs, the little TV sub is growing;
lives on Kamé Améha brought to the planted cane;
you push me, the pushka coughs, our lives;
it's our purses, trace, pass through it or break everything;
Your big ones MJC plans, enough! The million, the million!!
We are getting angry to weigh, so again the other night;
the flames of evil have struck this one;
the time for words finished, praying is toast;
Up there it doesn't respond, so we ally ourselves with the devil;
And like Attila, we will trample here and there;
take by the sword;
[Chorus]:
Blood and fire are demanded by the crowd,
on the asphalt the gears unfold .
Fuck the dawa, fuck the rhala,
the flames of hell since paradise does not exist.
Blows of the fangs of crooks who defraud each other;
are moving through our streets. Hello!
At night, the wolves are busy, the deer are on the lookout;
The proletarian of the PMU rushes to the red will target you;
Stop on the asphalt, everything happened so quickly;
Welcome to the cities where the police no longer go;
Our zipots reap the fruit of casual acts;< br/>excited like pits overexcited, stalking;
with their colts;
1: pressure shot;
[Go ahead, look down little bitch]
2: chase, there are the flames on the tarmac;
It goes into a spin, it screws up and gets screwed up;
No more fighting in the city, it gets holes and gets stuck;
For everyone it's the same bit, the reputation;
you need the loot and that's up against straight-forward stories; in memory of the deceased, too many have seen it;
Croquer, coker, you're shocked, OK it's out of order;
but we are satellites without orbit .
[Chorus]
309, cops, prepare your bluff;
22, 22, there the blue drools, stumbles, and fires;
Move your alone. The Devil arrives at the quarter;
during the first tears;
We call on the flame to calm the souls;
It wants revenge in stride, come on;
some will burn. Others to let off steam;
will also come and blow up, break windows;
break, spin, conceal, think about the wheat;
the business continues to roll ;
Iron bars, CRS, helmets, smoke bombs, shields;
too bad for the panicked, they will charge, flee;
Barrages installed, the cobblestones will fly, ole;
the blood will flow and later [the guard is watching for you];
Some will turn, turn, mess around, struggle;
the souls will dance, the scar-las will come out blasé; 6 T will cre.....

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